The Battle For My Mind.
Dear Papa, Thoughts... memories... fears... doubts keep flashing through my mind. Thoughts that I'm not good enough. Memories of past shame and pain. Fears of what the future holds. Doubts that I won't be able to live in Your will for my life. They snowball into a huge mass of unhealthy musings that make me believe that I don't deserve to live another day on this earth. These thoughts bombard me and I feel I'm about to self-destruct. Maybe I should end my misery once and for all.... No! Wait! This is not Your plan for me. I can't go down without a fight. These thoughts are not my own! The devil is a liar and I can't afford to fail my generation and the ones to come. You have poured out soo much into me and this race can't end before I get to the finish line. The enemy in his craftiness tries to make You look like a hard taskmaster who is only interested in what I can do for Him but all You really care about is me. Yes, me! With all my faults and...